Surf trips are the safe space for these diseased individuals to gather and overdose on all things ocean.

Four plane rides and one hemisphere later, we touched down on the dirt strip runway deep in the Amazon jungle. When I say deep, I mean that for ninety minutes of our puddle jumper flight, there was only water and jungle to be seen below.

Anyone who surfs on the east coast knows damn well that you get let down more than you get rewarded.

Boats + Bananas = trouble

8 miles and 3,300 feet of vertical later, Peach is chasing other trailhead dogs around the parking lot.